to dawn {talon}
Apr 24, 2022 11:13:07 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Apr 24, 2022 11:13:07 GMT -5
At this point, I don't even know where the me ends and the machine begins. Scarlet streams straight into circuits as sparks shower down from broken beams of running wires. I just keep trying to find where the hope Kiibo talked about is inside this robotic shell. Instead, I just keep looking to where his mech lays. In the end, the last lesson I learned from him was the same as the first: I do have friends.
It's hard to move between the bruises and the blood, but I find a way to bring my knees to my chest. It's the only position that gives me a little bit of comfort. I can't tell if the chill is the withdrawal, the blood loss, or the absence of everything other than a single crown glitching in between the shafts of falling rain. All I know is that I've felt this feeling before on the day of the Reaping. Sitting beneath the shower's stream as Jesse came to clothe me. Have I really changed all that much since then?
My eyes drift down to my blood stained palms before shutting softly. I guess I have. Back then I was just an addict lost in the wanderings of my medicated mind. It was simpler to run without looking ahead or behind. Now all I do is look for the dawn and remember what I've lost while running. I have to keep a positive outlook though, don't I? Kiibo wouldn't want me to sour myself for too long, right? Parker would want me to keep fighting, right? Maze would tell me I look like shit but at least I'm alive, right?
But how do I feel?
Shifting in my seat, a fresh round of red leaking from my skin, my eyes open and look towards the outside. A sodden strand from one of my braids falls free and droops across the edges of my face. I nod weakly to myself. So that's it.
I feel like I'm almost, finally, free.
[ table by kait ]It's hard to move between the bruises and the blood, but I find a way to bring my knees to my chest. It's the only position that gives me a little bit of comfort. I can't tell if the chill is the withdrawal, the blood loss, or the absence of everything other than a single crown glitching in between the shafts of falling rain. All I know is that I've felt this feeling before on the day of the Reaping. Sitting beneath the shower's stream as Jesse came to clothe me. Have I really changed all that much since then?
My eyes drift down to my blood stained palms before shutting softly. I guess I have. Back then I was just an addict lost in the wanderings of my medicated mind. It was simpler to run without looking ahead or behind. Now all I do is look for the dawn and remember what I've lost while running. I have to keep a positive outlook though, don't I? Kiibo wouldn't want me to sour myself for too long, right? Parker would want me to keep fighting, right? Maze would tell me I look like shit but at least I'm alive, right?
But how do I feel?
Shifting in my seat, a fresh round of red leaking from my skin, my eyes open and look towards the outside. A sodden strand from one of my braids falls free and droops across the edges of my face. I nod weakly to myself. So that's it.
I feel like I'm almost, finally, free.
